MY NAME IS KEITH AND I CRAVE COCK By Mike Austin
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After my first cock encounter with Jesus, my search resumed with intensity. There had to be more. I continued soaking up views of my peers, coaches, neighborhood guys, men on the street, at malls, car lots, gas stations, convenience stores, it was an endless source of cock teasing for me, but I was destined to pursue those views, if not more. The holiday break had family complicate things, as my youngest uncle and his family had flown in from out of town and were staying with us. He was actually only 12 years older than me; had been a high school and college baseball jock and I'd often fantasized about blowing him. One Summer 4 years earlier, we'd gone to a family reunion at a lake and Uncle Luke and I were left showering in the open field shower, after a swim. I would learn Uncle Luke was a "grower not a shower" in the gay vernacular.
Back to the holiday season though, I hit the mall for some last minute gifts and had heard the mall restroom, was a hotspot for BJs and cruising. I couldn't wait. The weather was in the 70s so shorts and Ts were the dress code. This older guy in his 40s kept following me and I thought he might be a plain clothes cop/vice; so I avoided any encounter and shied away from the restroom until I knew he was out of the picture. My brain was telling me NO, but my dickhead and throat were having a field day driving me to a new adventure. I hit the outer door of the restroom and then the interior one and there standing in front of me was Coach Jackson, the JV Swim Team coach; who immediately recognized me and we did some back slapping, hand shaking and holiday greetings before he left. He was about 6', 175#s of pure blonde haired, blue eyed muscle and showed a mighty bulge in his crotch and especially so in the loose baggies he was wearing. I guessed he was in boxers or boxer briefs, not imagining him ever wearing jockey's. The other guy was a middle aged guy with bags of holiday gifts at his side, who finished drying his hands, then scurried past me to the exit doors. Then like a lightning strike, it hit me. Had that dude just blown Coach Jackson? I was beside myself with envy and even had it not happened, in my fantasy, IT DID. At that second I heard a grunt and moan come from the end stall and then the exterior and interior doors of the restroom swung open and the guy who'd been following me came in, nodded my way and went into a stall. I was trembling again, but not from fear this time; rather from excitement. At that moment the end stall door opened, out stepped this "30 something" guy in cargo shorts and black T, running shoes and two holiday bags. He did the hand wash routine and without drying his hands, made for the doors and disappeared. The end stall door had closed again and then I heard the unmistakable sound of a throat being cleared. It came again; and a third time. I couldn't tell which occupant was making the noise though and I stood motionless and like a piece of prey before a lion. The guy in the stall where the "30 something" dude had exited finally came out and went straight for the doors. He was giving the "30" a BJ or was it the other way around? How could I tell who was the blower? I had so much to learn. Again came the throat clearing from the stall near me. I entered the stall adjacent to the 40 something guy and tried to pee, and couldn't get hard, nor take a leak. I was motionless and then the guy knocked on the common wall between us. I think my heart may have stopped suddenly and felt faint from excitement. I stuffed my dick back in my shorts, unlatched the stall door, went to the sinks, rinsed off my hands and left but stood in the hallway outside the restrooms that led either back to the main mall area or out back to one of the garage levels. The 40 something guy came out, found me there and approached. "Are you ok" he asked. I nodded yes repeatedly, then he added, "I'm not vice or a cop; and think we might be looking for the same action". I think I breathed for the first time in 10 minutes when he said that. I relaxed and asked him if he wanted a blow job? I just blurted it out. He grinned and glanced around then added, "yes but not here, how about the garage at my car"? I nodded agreement and he led me to his cross-over. He positioned us so that as he'd backed into a parking space, all he had to do to conceal us was open the driver door. He stood, I squatted down in the door opening and he took out this huge cock. After stroking his dick a few times, his head was coated in precum and he fed me, slowly holding my head as he guided his dick deeper in my mouth and then down into my throat. His pace picked up and he moaned softly, "you swallow or spit" came that question again. I remained locked on his cock and sucked him even more aggressively. "Yeah" was all I heard before his cum shot down my throat in hot torrents. His body tensed at first and then relaxed as he got off. It was amazing; just as I'd imagined all those years. The way it was supposed to be. We exchanged numbers and he climbed in his car and left me standing, wondering, excited and wanting more dick. I relived and replayed the man, his dick, the force, texture and taste of his cum as soon as I got home and could get some privacy to beat off.
I had to take a wicked piss when I got home and saw the cars lining the driveway and knew my shot at a bathroom might be slim so I made a bee line for the ½ bath in the garage. Swinging open the door, there stood Uncle Luke finishing a piss. His cock was barely visible in his hand and I flashed back to the length I saw in the shower those 4 years earlier. Not a shower, but knew that he sure could grow. Both of us were put off and embarrassed and he stepped back allowing me to join the piss session for relief. That was the closest I got to Uncle Luke's dick. It was memorable and played in many J/O sessions as I mentioned before.